Purlieu

Her skin is eyes.

Her fragrance is the sense of smell.

What she lacks is the root of all counting.

Sea dresses in darkness and moonlight.

Sea strips bare to pubic blue.

Sea is eclipsed and uneclipsed.

Sea caresses and is caressed.

Sea caresses herself in earthshine.

Have you ever lost the key

and locked yourself out of sea?

[ E. A. Costa  13 December 2013]